A red rubber ball

“You okay Larry?” you asked as your companion writhed in pain. Larry lay there clutching at his nose. A red rubber ball like the one you used to play kickball with lay under his right hand.

“Of course he’s okay,” Anne answered. She looked over the downed guy. Anne was one of the captains of the cheerleading squad. She stood a fraction under six feet. Although she was undeniably on the slender side, it only made her 34B’s stand out more. Her light brown hair was pulled back in a short pony tail.

“I don’t know…” Cindy said as she joined you, “He looks kind of wimpy.” Her comment drew giggles from several of the other girls.

“Looks can be deceiving.” a rich baritone countered. You were joined by Marcus. He was cheerleading squad’s other captain. Marcus stood over six feet, eight inches tall and weight two hundred seventy-five pounds. His bulging pects and washboard abs showed it was all muscle. His hair had been shaved to show off his dark skull. Larry took the proffered hand. Marcus lifted your companion to his feet with ease. “See, he just needed a minute to recover.”

“What’s going on?” you asked. Anne stammered nervously. Despite his dark complexion, it was obvious that Marcus was blushing. Cindy grabbed the red rubber ball that had hit Larry in the face.

“What do you think?” Cindy asked rhetorically, “We’re playing dodge ball.”

“That explains this…” you said as you pointed at the ball that Cindy was twirling on her middle finger, “However, that doesn’t explain this.” Without warning, you hooked the front of Cindy’s bra and gave it a quick tug. The busty blonde yelped in surprise as the stretchy material pulled away from her chest. She quickly turned away, but only succeeded in giving Larry an even better view of her bare breasts when the sturdy undergarment slid upward before it slipped off your finger. The ball bounced away as Cindy clutched at her exposed tits. The wolfish grin on Larry’s mug brought a deep blush to Cindy’s cheeks.

“Would you believe we’re playing strip Dodge ball?” a soft tenor said for your right. You turned to find yourself face to face with a blue-eyed blonde. It took you a moment to put a name on the face of the six foot cheerleader…Brian Miller. Brian was a sophomore in your Chemistry class. During lab, he worked on the next bench. He wasn’t the smartest guy, but he had a can do attitude. He was also very outgoing and friendly. If he wasn’t dressed in the same sweater Cindy had been wearing earlier, you would have never taken him for a ‘stuck-up’ cheerleader.

“Really?” you asked incredulously. Marcus stammered. Anne could only nod. You smiled. “How’d this happen?”

“Well,” Anne started, “Normally we have practice every Monday and Thursday nights. However, with finals going on, Coach Hendricks decided to cancel practice this week.”

“Anne and I decided we needed the work, so we choose to have one anyway.” Marcus chimed in, “Unfortunately, not everyone could make it.”

“Without the full squad, we couldn’t practice our routine.” Anne added, “So we decided to do something else…”

“But strip dodge ball?” Larry asked incredulously.

“Calisthenics are so boring.” Cindy announced.

“The balls were just sitting there…” Brian added.

“Dodge ball helps us with our hand-eye coordination and allows us to work on our timing.” Anne explained.

“The ‘STRIP’ keeps everyone involved.” Marcus added, “Rather than have them sitting after being hit, they have to take something off and get right back in the game.”

“It also keeps them motivated.” Brian said with a smirk. You had no doubt about that. While the cheerleaders obviously liked to show off their bodies, they seemed to be even more modest than every other student about showing more than what was prudent. A great big smile appeared on Larry’s face.

“If you like that,” Marcus said, “You’ll love this.” He motioned to Anne who nodded.

“Cindy,” Anne called out, “Safety violation.”

“WHAT?!” Cindy exclaimed, “How was I to know Larry was going walk into the gym?”

“That’s no excuse.” Ken countered, “You said so when Mary walked into my throw.” Cindy glowered at the tall cheerleader who interjected. Her eyes narrowed as Ken chanted “Take it off!” at her. Neither Anne nor Marcus appeared sympathetic to her plight. Brian, Ken, and Larry all smiled as Cindy grabbed the bottom of her sports bra. It gave them a clear view of her tits. However, any hope that she would go topless were quickly dashed as she pulled the stretchy garment over her bare breasts. Instead, the busty cheerleader unzipped her short skirt and let it fall to the floor. Stepping out of the discarded article, Cindy kicked it towards the near bleachers. Still angry, Cindy stomped off towards the far end of the basketball court.

“One more thing, Cindy,” Marcus called out, “Don’t forget you owe Larry a favor.”

“WHAT?!!!” Cindy whirled on the big man. “That penalty is just for players.”

“You’re right,” Anne agreed. She turned to Larry. “That means you’re going to have to play in order to collect that favor.” Larry immediately agreed to play.

“That’ll leave the teams uneven.” Brian observed.

“I guess that means you need to find another player if you want to play.” Marcus told Larry. Larry immediately looked at you. One by one, all eyes turned to you. Everyone wanted to know what your answer was to the unasked question…Would you play?

“Well?” Marcus prompted after a moment. You looked around. Cindy half glared at you in an attempt to prevent you from accepting. Behind her, the other women ranged from slightly eager to curious to rather disinterested. Larry had folded his hands and was all but dropping to his knees in a silent prayer in an attempt to will you to accept. Behind him, the guys were sizing you up. While some were no doubt evaluating you as an opponent, many were checking you out for more personal reasons.